8:20 PM PST
Doc '55 was concentrating hard, as he was on the ladder fixing the cables. It was going to be real hard to wait thirty years, and he has become quite so fond of his young friend. Just then, a rather authoritive voice had interrupted him.
"Evening, Dr. Brown," the voice said, "what's with the wire?"
Doc '55's heart was beating rapidly, as he turned around and realized that it was a policeman. This was quite the last thing he needed right now. He just didn't wish to let his young friend down, who was very anxious to return to the year 1985.
"Oh, just a little weather experiment," Doc '55 explained, a bit nervously. He didn't feel good about lying to the policeman, but he really had no other option.
"What you got under here?" the cop asked, as he tried to peak under the cover.
"Oh, no, don't touch that," Doc '55 protested, as his heart raced wildly. "That's some new specialized weather sensing equipment."
"You got a permit for that?" asked the cop, with a hint of suspicion.
"Of course I do!" Doc '55 insisted. "Just a second, see if I can find it here," he added, as he began digging into his wallet. "Aha," said Doc, as he pulled out several bills. He then handed it to the cop, hoping that the bribe would work.
"You aren't going to set anything on fire this time, are ya, Doc?" the cop asked.
"Nah,' replied Doc '55, as the cop headed back to his car. After taking a deep breath, Doc '55 then turned back to Marty One, and he insisted, "Hey, kid, you better pick up your mom and get going."
"Yeah, right," replied Marty One, a bit nervously. Doc '55 was then concerned about his young friend, as he saw how Marty's face was real ashen.
"You look a little pale," Doc '55 said, concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I don't know, Doc," Marty One said, blushing. "I mean it's just this whole thing with my mother."
"What? What? What?" Doc '55 asked, confused. "What? What?"
"I just don't know if I can go through with it," Marty One replied, "hitting on her."
"Nobody said anything about hitting her," protested Doc '55, as he had no idea where Marty One got that idea from. "You're just going to take a few liberties with her."
"See that's what I mean," insisted Marty One. "I can't believe I'm actually going to feel up my own mother. You know this is the kind of thing that could screw me up permanently. What if I go back to the future, and I end up being... gay?"
"Why shouldn't you be happy?" Doc '55 asked, as he didn't see why that would be a problem. After all, why shouldn't his young friend be happy - after he went home?
"I gotta go pick up my mother," Marty One said, quietly. "Listen, if things don't work out at the dance tonight - and my parents don't get back together, when do you think I'll start to fade out?"
"Beats the shit out of me," Doc '55 said, as he was a bit unsure of how to answer his young friend's question. He then felt as if he could mentally kick himself for it.
"Yeah, right," Marty One replied, as he was fidgeting nervously. "Well, I guess I'll be back here at about quarter to ten. I'll see you a little later, Doc."
After Marty One walked off, Doc '55 began wondering what his young friend actually meant with the word "gay". Maybe, just like with the word "heavy", "gay" also had a different meaning by the year 1985. But what could it mean, exactly?
oooooooooo
"I guess Dad should be getting here real soon," Marty Jr commented, as he and Harmony were listening to Lorraine and Babs talking between themselves.
"Lorraine, if I tell you something," Babs was saying, nervously. "Will you promise not to pass judgement on me? I mean, we really have been just good friends for several years now - so I really hope I can trust you to listen with an open mind."
"Does this look like what I think it is?" Harmony asked, smiling. "I can just see the way that poor Babs looks nervous. I am sure your grandma won't judge her for it, though. She always has struck me as being a very openminded person."
"You can tell me anything, Babs," Lorraine replied, softly. "I'm not anything at all like my parents, who are so square and judgemental. My father is especially bad at it."
"All right, Lorraine," Babs said, as she took in a deep breath. "The truth is, I'm really not attracted to men at all. I'm actually attracted to other women. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I actually have romantic feelings for those of the same sex."
Lorraine was quiet for a minute, than she asked, "So what about me? Do you have a crush on me? I have to admit that I find it to be pretty odd, but I'm not going to hold it against you. The truth is, I think we're all a little bit odd, in different ways!"
"That's really what I expected Grandma Lorraine to say," commented Marty Jr. "I know that, back in the 1950s, people really were not accepting of people who are different. I like how Lorraine responds to her friend in a very classy manner."
"Well, now that you put it that way," Babs replied, smiling. "I don't have a crush on you, though. I see you as being my best friend, but that's really as far as it goes."
"You will always be my best friend, Babs," Lorraine replied. After a car was honking, Lorraine gushed, "That's Calvin Klein! I'd better get going! I guess I'll see you at the dance in a little while." Lorraine then ran off to Doc's Packard.
"It's hard to believe it's almost that time," Marty Jr commented, as he watched his father step into the car with his grandmother. "Poor Dad must just be nervous! He has no idea what's in store for tonight. It rather amazing that this plan worked out the way it did. As much as I really hate to give Biff credit for anything..."
"Well," Harmony said, smiling, "should we head to the dance? The big moment will be here in about fifteen minutes. I can hardly believe how fast the day went by. It would be a very good experience for George, as he learns to gain some confidence."
Marty Jr and Harmony floated off, as they followed Marty One and Lorraine over to the school. He wondered what the two of them would be talking about. It was quite hard to believe that Marty would feel comfortable being in the car with Lorraine.
oooooooooo
Marty Two, having cried until he could cry no longer, was nervously pacing up and down Biff's garage. He wondered what time it was. It was already very dark out.
"Biff! Biff, where're you going now?" called out Grandma Tannen. Marty Two's heart was racing wildly, as he figured that Biff was headed towards his garage.
"I told you, Grandma," Biff said, huffily, "I'm going to the dance!"
"When are you coming home?" Grandma Tannen demanded.
"The dance!" Marty Two whispered, as he realized how late it was. He found himself feeling very annoyed with his older friend. He was also feeling very hungry.
"I'll get home when I get home!" Biff huffed.
Marty Two hid in the back of the car, just as Biff headed into the garage. He hoped to be able to grab the book, as soon as they were at the dance.
"Don't forget to turn off the garage lights!" Grandma Tannen called out. Marty knew that Biff would just leave the light on, simply to spite his grandmother.
As Biff got into his car and drove off, Marty Two felt so nervous. What if Biff glanced into the back seat, and see him? The task certainly made his earlier task of bringing his parents together seemed like a piece of cake, by comparison.
oooooooooo
Doc '85 was feeling quite nervous, as he was riding to the Tannen's house. He just narrowly avoided being hit by Biff Tannen. Doc rode up the driveway to the empty garage, as he rang the bell. He would now be able to rescue Marty.
"Marty! Marty! Marty!" Doc '85 called out, as he rode into the garage. To his horror, though, Marty wasn't in there. After he left the garage, he muttered, "Marty, Marty? Damn!" Doc '85 tore the price tag off his hat, as he asked, "Where is that kid?"
Doc '85 was suddenly real worried that Biff could have found Marty, and decided to hurt him. He hoped and prayed desperately that his friend would be fine. He wasn't certain he could feel too safe entering the house, though. With the way how Tiffany Gertrude Tannen has grown very bitter, she might be just as bad as her grandson.
If the son of the bitch hurts my dear Marty, Doc '85 fumed, as he forgot about the sympathy he felt for Biff a few hours ago, then he'll be coming to quite regret that for the rest of his life! Nobody gets away with hurting his young friend!
He began to ride back to the Courthouse Square, and he would figure out what to do next. He couldn't exactly call the police, as that could really lead to all kinds of tricky questions. He had to get the almanac back before 10:04 that evening, though.